Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memory Loss, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song Deltron 3030, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.09.2008
Record label: Deltron Projects
Song language: English
Memory Loss |
| You try to get over your gonna go under |
| You try to get over your gonna go under |
| Literally it’s 3030 |
| I don’t got time to be wasting time on you slow pokes |
| I want y’all to, get open, like the ocean |
| Brothers be buggin like He’s from Oakland? |
| What? |
| I’ll whoop you insinuatin we ain’t capable |
| Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe |
| A few out a thousand |
| My town is foundin fathers of the black panthers we provide answers |
| You don’t wanna believe then y’all are some blind bastards |
| They got you set up real good you’re generalizing |
| Industry rising while energies reclining |
| Niggas think I’m whinin but I really don’t give a shit |
| Cause everybody’s dyin but y’all think that’s the end of it Thats why it’s so easy to be a Benedict |
| Or imitate cause they wouldn’t teach ya algebra when you was eight |
| Now you fourty-eight and you hate children |
| Forgot where you came from now your straight illin |
| Don’t fight the feelin |
| You better deal with it It don’t matter what you do or say |
| Try to get away but I’m gonna catch ya Wanna compare your self to them |
| Well guess what homeboy you don’t match up |
| I’m my own individual so I know it isn’t true just cuz you say it is Cuz anything thats truth got proof it ain’t you |
| That’s simply just the way it is Del: sing |
| Lookin up the sky is red |
| City’s burning up over head (flame on baby) |
| We can make the best of it Del: (rock that) |
| In this post apocolypse (right on) |
| I’m on some real shit |
| So real brothers feel this |
| Cause we know reality is crazy |
| Thats why nothin amaze me Look in the past |
| You might have to go farther then the book in your class |
| My niggas cookin some crack and moms gets the first hit |
| Thats ok with you? |
| thats ok with me |
| I’m not here to judge the way you be I got my own ccomplications the governmen’t shoeless rations |
| Plantations is manlabor for 5 bucks for hourly intervels |
| I get a G for that |
| So believe what I spit to you is given back |
| Don’t think that I’m livin that dream |
| When the I.R.S reposes most of your cream |
| It’s like I dream when I die I wake up I see all the people I disrespected and try to make up It’s praise to the creator, relate to nature |